Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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Dedicated to one of my first readers - a person under the nickname Sweetie12.
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At work they announced a day off before the New Year. The whole office exhaled with joy - the last time the bosses forced us to work on December 31, even if only until lunch. Many then reported to the labor inspectorate, but the result was the opposite - the boss remained in his place, but the complainants disappeared somewhere. I decided to watch Japanese cartoons all night, and then in the evening order pizza and celebrate the New Year 2024 with it. I didn't have any trace of friends, and meetings with my parents in the last eight years turned into torture - my mother's desperate attempts to introduce me to girls, the disapproving look of my father, who noticed a picture of 2D-chan on my phone... No, I can't stand this, I'll limit myself to congratulations in the form of a text message.
And so, after an all-night anime marathon, I fell asleep at 4 a.m., intending to sleep sweetly at least until lunch. But my plans were ruined miserably - at 10 o'clock in the morning on December 31, without a declaration of war, they called the apartment. I opened my eyes with difficulty and, not having time to enjoy the day off, was forced to put on my glasses and go to the front door. "Who else did the devils bring?.." I muttered to myself, looking through the peephole in the door. There stood a very pretty girl of about eighteen wearing a red Santa Claus hat. Blonde hair, soft little lips and wide blue eyes - she looked like a dream come to life. The figure was not visible, but for some reason I was sure that her figure was magnificent.
"Perhaps the neighbor came to get some salt?" - I thought. I had been living in this apartment for five years, but I still didn't know all the neighbors on the landing. This is not surprising; this often happens in megacities. Involuntarily I glanced at the stained mirror that hung in the hallway. A tired, disheveled, bespectacled man with bruises under his eyes and a beer belly looked at me. This is despite the fact that I can't stand beer. My reflection was dressed in shorts and slippers. Naturally, opening up to this young cutie like this was completely unacceptable if I had any illusions about dating and subsequent relationships. But, since I soberly assessed my ability to seduce girls at first sight, I absolutely did not care about my appearance.
Opening the door, the whole girl appeared before my eyes. I rarely see representatives of the opposite sex so close - despite the fact that I have turned thirty almost a year ago, my communication with girls comes down to "Hello-bye" at work, nothing more. I haven't thought about any sex or even kissing since college, probably. But even then these were just thoughts, nothing more. For five years in the dorm, I managed to never even hug Tyanochka even once, although there were joint drinking sessions, bus excursions, and even overnight stays in the mountains.
So my feelings were all the more acute from contemplating such a reverent creature outside the threshold. The girl's figure was not just magnificent, but close to ideal, in addition, the clothes were matching - slender cute legs, emphasizing them with a black pleated miniskirt, a toned bare tummy, which above the navel was covered by a tight blue top with a cute neckline. The hollow between the breasts fixed my gaze as if by some magical force. And then suddenly the girl, before I asked the first logical question, began to twirl a blond curl that had escaped from under her cap around her finger, sweetly licking her lips. I looked at her and did not believe that such angels even existed in the flesh. By the way, her clothes spoke in favor of the idea of ​​a neighbor; she was hardly walking down the street in the cold dressed like that. But even for salt it would be quite strange to dress up like that.
- Did you want something? - I finally squeezed out. And I thought to myself: "Yeah, now she'll say, "I wanted to." You!" - it will be funny. Involuntarily smiling at the absurd thought, I continued to stare at the seductive charms of the stranger, unable to look away. However, I didn't really want to look away - let him consider me a shameless rude man, after all, I herself at home, it was she who showed up as an uninvited guest.
Suddenly the girl's cheeks turned red and she stared at the stone floor of the entrance. And then, in a ringing, melodious voice, she uttered an absolutely incredible phrase:
- I... I am your New Year's gift. You can use me... as you wish! - She looked up at me and smiled. I have never seen such a sweet, kind and simple smile. I was taken aback, and the girl took a deep breath, as if making up her mind, and suddenly sank her pretty bare knees right onto the doormat, opening her mouth invitingly and sticking out her tongue.
- Oh my God! - Recoiling, I suddenly realized that I definitely didn't want to show this scene to my neighbors. But instead of closing the door in front of the lovely stranger's nose, I seemed to be numb, looking at her cute ahegao face. Is this really a prank pulled by co-workers at work? Or did the neighbor come up with it herself?
- Just don't mention dad! He's already worried about me! - the girl pouted for a second, but then came to her senses and again stuck out her sharp pink tongue.
-- What do you mean "don't mention dad"? Do you consider yourself... Daughter of God? - I think I began to understand. Yes, she just doesn't have everything at home! It explains everything.
- Why do I think so? I am the daughter of the Creator! You have many names for him, but dad himself most of all dislikes being called God. This is too pompous!
- Yes, yes, okay, okay... You sit here for now, and I'll call... - the hand was already reaching for the landline phone receiver to dial the ambulance number. She definitely needs help.
- You do not believe me! I knew it. But nothing, it was predictable. There is a way to change your mind.
As if out of thin air, she pulled out a white box, similar to the one that comes with the headphones. Having opened it, the girl began to melt into a pinkish flickering glow. A couple of seconds - and now I'm standing alone in front of the open door. A cold winter wind blew from the entrance. Rubbing my eyes, I thought I was just dreaming. I pinched myself. It seems to hurt. Maybe my colleagues were playing a different prank - they just slipped me some kind of hallucinogenic mushrooms?
Shaking my head, I simply decided to close the door and go get some sleep. But it was not there. The shimmering pink glow appeared again. The girl was again in her place, still showing off her tongue and open mouth. She handed the box to me.
"I'm completely yours now - you can do whatever you want with me." If you get tired of me, just open the box and I will disappear. And then, when you need me again, open it again and I will appear," she smiled again, hiding her tongue.
My heart sank. What if this is not a hallucination, but reality? What if such a New Year's miracle really happened? But why suddenly? Or maybe I'm crazy?
"Okay, stop sitting in the cold," I decided to accept it. Even if it's a hallucination, it's damn persistent and pleasant. Why not follow her lead?
I gave the girl my hand and helped her up, fleetingly feeling how hot her palm was. The girl is already in my hallway. I closed the front door and offered her tea and sweets. The girl agreed, although she did not look frozen at all. The whole apartment seemed to become brighter and more comfortable because of this cute creature, especially when she took off her shoes and showed off her cute little white socks. I immediately provided her with a spare pair of slippers, which I had been keeping for who knows who for several years.
- So your father is the Creator? - I asked her when the guest sat comfortably in a chair, bending her sexy legs under her. Her bare knees kept stopping my gaze, I darted from one extreme to another, now trying with all my might not to look in her direction, now intently examining every curve of the young body.
"Yeah," the girl nodded in agreement, sipping hot tea. She didn't seem to notice my struggle with my own vision.
- Mmm... Why not Santa Claus? - I tried to joke. But the girl did not smile this time.
- This is one of my dad's incarnations. He is all deities at once, all spirits and essences... Santa Claus, Joulupukki, Pere Noel... All this is dad. And he is also Zeus, Jupiter, Odin, Shiva, Krishna, Vishnu and many others.
- Yeah... Well, it turns out your name is Snegurochka, since Papa is also Grandfather Frost, so to speak? - here I suddenly thought that Snegurochka was still the granddaughter of Father Frost, and not his daughter, but I decided not to go into such subtleties.
"Well... Actually, dad called me Sweetie... Or Candy," the girl smiled. - But you can come up with a new name, I'm your property now.
As if to illustrate her name, Candy took the chocolate candy and popped it into her mouth. She put the treat behind her cheek, sticking it out erotically. I tried not to look at this performance, but involuntarily I thought about how to occupy her cheeks with something else.
- Actually... Wait, how did it happen that you decided... To be in the role of a gift?
- This is not a role! - Candy frowned. - I am the gift. Your gift for the New Year. And for the next couple of eternities I will be just him.
- A couple of eternities?
